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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 30, 2017
I slid into the booth and picked up the glass he pushed over to me. A quick sniff of the contents told me it was proofed somewhere between moonshine and paint thinner. I set the glass back down with a shudder. “I’ll pass, Sal. That stuff looks like it could eat a hole through a troll’s stomach.”
I shut the door and locked it, then flopped into an easy chair. “Aw, what the hell. Thrill me, Doc.” “Robert Downey, Jr. said it better,” the doctor quipped with a grin. “But points for making an Iron Man reference during such a trying time.”
“…I keep getting you confused. I’m just going to call you Sprout. So, tell me, Sprout, what’s your watering cycle like? And would you consider yourself to be annual or perennial species?”
”But I—“ She slapped me again, harder. “Ow! Seriously, what’s with all the women slapping me today?”
”Shit, Galadriel, give me a minute to process, would you? Do you realize how f***ing weird it is talking to you like this, after finding out you’re basically the chick on the Starbucks logo?” “Um, that’s a siren—entirely different type of fae,” I interjected. “But getting back to the reason why I brought you here in the first place…”